Oswald's hands move to his head, he then growls and soon his hair, once tied, is wild and he is grinning wide as the white streak in his hair seems to be more prominent.

"Ahhhhhhhooooohhhhhhhhh.... You speak of Kalinda! Mistress of the Skies, a woman so wild that a scant few can befriend her! Yyyyyeeeeeaaaaaassss... I know her well! We have traveled across the COSMOS, ridding worlds of evil, ridding the filth that festers beneath a terrible wound of ev'ry DI-MEN-SHEEN! Yyyeeesssss... Tell me! How does she fare as of late? I hope she is eating well! I "

He'd fall to his right knee, grabbing his head, grunting and growling only to slowly come back to his feet, his hair tied back, slicked back.

"You will be quiet! I am in command of my own damned vessel! Not you!"